(Author's POV)
"Bro, it is already time. Aren't you getting off work?" Dion entered Alaric's office leisurely and commented when he saw him still sitting in his chair.
Alaric glanced his way, then at the pile of work that was left. Licking his lips, he replied, he was trying to sound casual, "You should go ahead. Don't wait for me. I have to finish some work before heading to the pack house."
Dion settled on the couch, tilted his head to the side and looked at his brother's calm face. It only took him a single glance to tell that Alaric was exhausted and needed rest.
